"You have me," Poe promised, his strokes furious and rough and unrelenting. "Like I have you. You're mine now, Finn, do you understand? This is mine - your pleasure is mine - and I'm going to make you feel amazing."

He twisted his grip just right so that with every stroke, Finn's sensitive head was gliding right down his wrist. "I want you to come for me, Finn. And then I'm going to take my time and take you apart completely and you're never going to be able to come without me again."